( mssg » skylar | sent ) Great news! The administration from Dalton just sent me an email! They were able to salvage our piano! I know it isn’t much but it’s something. As soon as the insurance approves, we can take it! ( mssg » skylar | sent ) How about we put it in the choir room at McKinley? Since the other piano got blown up.. I want to present it to the guys as a surprise. Maybe it’ll help boost everyone’s spirits. ( mssg » skylar | sent ) While I’m at it. There’s something else I’d like to talk to you about. Whenever you have the time.
( mssg » duran | sent ) This is going to be weird. Don’t judge me until I finish okay? I don’t know about you but I’m tired of everyone I know tossing their “we made out in the choir room” or “we made out in the library” or wherever else they manage to sneak to off hours stories around when I have absolutely nothing to contribute. ( mssg » duran | sent ) What I’m saying is.. Let’s make our own story worth telling. Meet me tonight? Somewhere. We’ll figure it out. ( mssg » duran | sent ) I’m not saying that’s the only reason why I am asking you this question. There’s others but I don’t want to make you think worse of me than these messages probably already do. ( mssg » duran | sent ) Dear Blaine, this is still a horrible pitch. What are you thinking? Try again next week. Until then? Get your head on straight. You’re horrible at this. -Me
Two minutes later..
( mssg » duran | sent ) Um.. I didn’t delete those..did I?
( mssg » quinn | sent ) Hey, Quinn! The houses in Westerville that put on the Christmas lights display start battling to see who can outdo each other tonight! ( mssg » quinn | sent ) I know this might be a little random but I was curious if you wanted to go with me? I’ll even spring for hot chocolate before the drive? ( mssg » quinn | sent ) What do you say?
( mssg » quinn | sent ) Ijust thinkg you should knwo that you are one of the firneds I am the most proud of. Quinn you are the real deall. ( mssg » quinn | sent ) Beautiful,, smart and determiend to get what you want. YToure so strong. I wish i Was as strong as you are. I want to let you knwo that Iw’ll always be rooting for you no matter waht.
Stars were still exploding behind his tightly closed eyes as Blaine sat up but didn’t move to get off the sidewalk just yet letting people move around him rather than scoot off to the side. He was too dizzy to bother with trying until the swimming in his head stopped. Looming past that was sure to be pain so he wasn’t certain if he was overly excited for it to fade too fast. “Yeah–yeah. I just bumped it a little,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Thank you for stopping. I’ll be fine.” Normally, he’d look up and offer a reassuring smile but for now he just rubbed at his face. And there it was! The throbbing started across the back of his skull as the numbness caused by the shock of the impact wore off. Great. Just great.
from where he was firmly holding Sam’s ankles as the blond’s body moved against his grasp with sit-up after sit-up. They’d been working out constantly lately. Blaine figured keeping up with Sam’s strict regimen might be the push he needed to have a healthy outlet to all the stress and frustration that was keeping him up most nights because he couldn’t stop thinking. Problem was? For the past few days? What he thought about more and more was the person who was supposed to be only a helpful friend. Someone who who was there for him. Without question. Whenever he needed someone.
Another touch of Sam’s knee against his shoulder and Blaine was blushing–not thinking of hiding it because the flush ran through his entire system so quick that he only thought it was getting hot in here. His heart pounding? Difficulty swallowing? All a part of working out. Harmless. Right? Nothing! Except when Sam didn’t fall back on the next lift and met his eyes? His breath stopped. A heat pooled in Blaine’s stomach and his fingers tightened their grip. “What did you just ask,” he choked out the question, “I–.” And with a drag of a light groan through parted lips–Blaine croaked out a breathless confession that he just couldn’t hold in anymore. “A lot, Sam.. But we don’t have to do anything. I’m sorry.. This is totally not fair to you.” But–God–he felt Sam’s breath on his cheek, his skin against his palms. Friends was a word that was never supposed to physically hurt. In this moment? It made him ache.
ANONYMOUSLY PUT A NAME IN MY INBOX AND MY MUSE WILL DRUNKENLY TALK ABOUT THEM! @mcthingtwo (no i have no idea..none! xoxo!)
“You know who confuses me,” Blaine asked as his straw dipped up and down inside of his drink. The effort to move some ice cubes around looked to take a lot more concentration than it should. “Mason. That’s who. I mean the guy is a little weird,” he squinted and seemed to catch himself with a jut of his finger in the air, “Not a bad weird! A good weird. What exactly is his deal? He’s a Cheerio but he ‘hangs in there’ with his sister when the rest of them treat the pair like second class members they’d rather make fun of than have around. I get sticking to your guns and doing what you love–I preach it just as much as I believe in it but..I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that I think he’s so much better than having to tolerate that..it does get to a person even if they try to pretend it doesn’t. Trust me, I know–have you seen his sister? I think she’d choke anyone who looked at him twice. Sort of makes you wonder how tight of a hold she’s got on him. One of the rumors going around was that they were dating? What? Nah. Anyway. He’s very sweet and I hope he finds his own way and he’s happy. He deserves that.” Surveying their immediate area, he leans way in and drops his voice to a whisper. “Plus.. Don’t tell anyone I said this, please? But have you noticed how beautiful he is? Wow. And it’s time for me to shut up now.”
Your godly parent is Apollo, sun charioteer, god of music, arts, poetry, archery, prophecy, truth, medicine, plagues and order.
Wow. That sounded like a diner menu didn’t it? Apollo is considered to be the most powerful god on the Olympian council after the Big Three and Hera and Demeter, mainly due to all his spheres of influence. As a child of Apollo, you may exhibit one or more talents associated with the sun god. Children of Apollo are extremely talented and many know it, which can vary from charismatic confidence to narcissistic arrogance. You are open-minded, easygoing, empathetic yet logical. You have a skill in music, art, drama or language and being the child of the god of prophecies, you are sometimes very intuitive about the future. Yet, you focus more on the journey rather than the destination. You’re kind, helpful and show extreme protection towards 1-2 people in your life you can’t live without. When you’re angered, you tend to make reckless but powerful decisions, and can make a complete U-turn in personality. You have no patience for betrayal or bullying, and can become very righteous in exacting revenge, resulting in devastation that was more than you planned for in hindsight. Despite your playful and shallow exterior, you probably spend a lot of time being very observant and perceptive about the world around you, and you show that in your daily activities.
KINK RATING TIME!! @dustyshadowfishy Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!
“Click on the wrong fanfiction link once and you’re labelled a weirdo! I swear–it’s not a kink. The plotline was misleading. Mulder saving Scully from aliens will NEVER be the same. No.. I didn’t finish it! I don’t care what Santana says!”
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
pianokeysandbowties 